Master is a white moonlight

At night, the moon is as cool as water, and the moonlight halos among the clouds.

Leng Yizhen leaned back against the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees.Burying his head in his knees, he remained silent.

Leng Yijiao reminded himself all the time, and racked his brains to think of a way, how to make Xuan Qiao willingly hand over the "Plum Blossom Nail".

But when Leng Yizhen thought of Mo Yu's end, he couldn't bear to let Xuan Qiao suffer the same crime.

Leng Yizhen has always had a doubt in his heart, why did Mo Yu disappear with his whole body after he took out the plum blossom nail from his body?

What happened to Mo Yu afterwards?Is it life or death?Or where?

Although Leng Yijiao is now the princess of Ji Kingdom, Leng Yijiao realizes that she has no real power at all.

All affairs in the palace are decided by the high priest, and he is like a canary imprisoned in the deep palace.

Except for the delicacies of mountains and seas all day long, and the offerings of crocodile silk silk, Leng Yiluo couldn't get out of this deep palace and thick walls.

A few days ago, Zhu Hua's punishment had a great impact on Leng Yizhen.For several days in a row, Leng Yijiao never had a peaceful night's sleep.

Leng Yizhen felt that he was so useless that even his personal maid could not protect him.He could only watch helplessly as Zhu Hua was beaten so bloody that he was carried back.

For this matter, Leng Yijiao has not talked to Xuanqi these few days.Always close the door of the palace tightly to prevent Xuanqi from entering.

After Xuan Qiao bumped against the wall a few times, out of face, she stopped going to Feng Ning Hall.

It's just that sometimes Leng Yizhen would have such a momentary illusion that he would mistake Xuan Qiao for Shen Han.

How can there be such similar people in this world, fortunately, their temperaments are completely different, otherwise Leng Yizhen would not be able to tell the difference.

As soon as she arrived at Haishi, Xuan Qiao put away the memorial in her hand, left all the servants and guards, and went to Fengning Hall alone.

Xuan Loving looked at the sky at night, knowing that there would be a heavy rain in Haishi, her amber eyes instantly sank.

At the gate of Fengning Hall, there were two palace maids holding lamps, and when they saw the high priest approaching, they all bowed down and saluted, respectfully saying hello.

"High Priest, Wan An."

"Go down." Xuan Qiao waved his wide sleeves, looked at the entrance of the hall expressionlessly, and said coldly.

"Here." The palace maids bowed again, bowed their heads and retreated.

Hearing the voice from outside, Leng Yizhen gently opened the curtain with her slender white jade fingers, leaned out slightly and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?" Seeing this, Biyu immediately walked to the edge of the bed and asked respectfully.

"It's nothing." Leng Yizhen withdrew his hand, looked up at Biyu and said with a smile, "Go to bed too, it's getting late."

"Here." Biyu bowed respectfully, then turned and retreated.

Zhu Hua's injury had not yet healed, so Leng Yiluo didn't allow Zhu Hua to be too tired, let him lie in bed to recuperate, and specially sent a few maidservants to wait on him.

Biyu is a person close to the high priest. He is meticulous and conscientious in his work, but he is not good at words.Therefore, these days, Biyu is serving Leng Yijiao personally.

For some reason, Leng Yizhen and Zhu Hua obviously met for the first time, but they felt very familiar, so they naturally got closer.

So Leng Yijiao was still not used to Biyu serving by his side, and he couldn't say anything in his heart.In addition, Biyu is not very talkative, nor is she as lively as Zhu Hua.

With a "creak", the door of the palace was opened, followed by a conversation outside the door.

"High Priest, Wan An."

"Is the princess asleep?"

"Go back to the high priest, Her Royal Highness just fell asleep."

"Well, you go down."

"Here."

Not long after, it began to rain outside the window.

Raindrops rolled down the red glazed tiles and landed on the jade steps, and the crisp sound of raindrops reached Leng Yizheng's ears.

Leng Yijian turned his head and glanced at the increasingly dense raindrops outside the window, and couldn't help frowning slightly, feeling a little worried in his heart.

Is that person gone?

Suddenly, a "bang" sound of thunder and lightning exploded, piercing the dark sky.

Leng Yizhen straightened up and sat up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and hesitated for a few seconds, after all, hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the hall.

Pushing open the door of the palace with both hands, what came into view was Xuan Chi, dressed in white, standing alone in the rain and fog.

At this moment Xuanqi is not wearing the white jade crown, but she is wearing black silk that reaches her waist.The white robe was already wet from the rain, and the white deerskin short boots were inevitably wet a lot.

Her long, wet hair hung down her back, and the tips of her hair began to drip with water.

The whole person is like a proud white lotus, standing in the rain and fog with a long body, motionless.

The High Priest, who is so high above that he can reverse the fate of the entire Ji Kingdom with one hand, has never trampled on himself like this.

"Why don't you leave!" Leng Yijiao shouted at Xuanqi in the rain and mist, deliberately raising the volume.

"Xian'er is finally willing to see her as a teacher." The corners of Xuan'er's mouth curled up slightly, and a gratified smile suddenly bloomed on her lips, and she looked at Leng Yiyao with bewildered eyes.

The rain and fog were so loud that it almost drowned out Xuan Qiao's voice, but the smile on her lips did not fade away for a long time.

"You like to get in the rain, don't you?" Leng Yijiao didn't know why, but there was a burst of anger for no reason, "Then it's good enough for you!"

Leng Yizhen turned around, and slammed the door of the palace with a "bang".

Leng Yijiao did not leave, but leaned against the wooden door with his whole body, and looked out of the palace door through the carved hollows on the door from time to time.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain was so majestic that it fascinated people's sight, but the white figure in the rain and fog remained motionless.

Leng Yijiao finally softened his heart, turned around, and pushed open the palace door again with both hands.

...........

In the Fengning Hall, the shining candlelight elongated the shadows of the extravagant gold wares, and the incense in the copper furnace hovered upwards, baking the inside of the hall into a fragrant fragrance.

Xuan Loi stood behind the screen, stretched her arms, and let the maid serve her to change her clothes.

Not long after, Xuan Love, dressed in plain white obscene clothes and a crescent-white robe, walked out slowly from behind the screen.

The palace maid held a cup of brewed sweet-scented osmanthus tea with both hands, knelt down on her knees, and raised the white porcelain cup above her head, "High Priest, please use tea."

From time to time, the white porcelain cup smells sweet osmanthus, a few blooming osmanthus flowers float on the water, and the tea is light golden yellow.

"Go down." Xuan Qiao took the white porcelain cup from the maid's hand, lowered her eyebrows, and took a sip from her lips.

"Here." The maidservant bowed to the ground to salute, then turned and retreated.

Leng Yizhen sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fell on Xuanqi from time to time, she wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

"What do you want to ask my teacher?" Xuan Qiao put down the white porcelain cup in her hand, and looked up at Leng Yiluo.

"No...no." Leng Yijiao quickly withdrew his gaze, turned sideways, and stepped onto the big agarwood bed.

"I'm going to sleep, you go back." Leng Yizhen lay down while talking, and pulled the Luo quilt aside to cover her body.

"Aren't you angry at being a teacher?" Xuan Qiao put down the white porcelain cup in her hand with a soft smile on her lips.

"En." Leng Yizhen responded softly, adjusting her sleeping position.Turning around, he gently closed his eyes.

It was only later that Leng Yijiao found out that Zhu Hua didn't last enough for twenty boards that day.

Moreover, the reason why Zhu Hua's injury healed so quickly was also because of taking the prescription personally prescribed by Xuan Qiao, and he could fully recover after resting for about ten days.

Thinking about it this way, at least this person knows how to get back when he is lost, and he didn't make the same mistakes again and again.

"Xiao'er, but I want to know about that scene..." Xuan Qiao corrected her wording and continued, "Mo Yu's whereabouts?"

Leng Yizhen suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and remained silent, thinking that he had heard wrong.

"If Jian'er wants to know, I can tell you as a teacher." Although there was a smile on the corner of Xuan Qiao's mouth, unwillingness and loss were intertwined in his heart.

"You know Mo Yu?!" Leng Yijiao turned over and sat up, and opened the curtain with both hands.

Wei Wei leaned forward and looked at Xuan Qiao with an expression of disbelief.

"Of course." A slightly sinister smile overflowed from the corner of Xuanqi's mouth, "In the whole world, there is nothing that a teacher does not know, and there is no person who does not know a teacher."

"Then Mo Yu... is she alive or dead?" Leng Yizhen's eyes instantly became moist, and she tried to hold back the tears that almost burst out of her eyes, "Where are you now?"

"Does Jian'er care about her?" Xuan Qiao's face instantly turned gloomy and cold, she got up and walked towards Leng Yijiao step by step.When she got close to the bed, she stopped, "Compared with your master, who's life do you care about more? If there is only one of them to live alone."

"Who do you want to live? Who do you want to die?" Xuan Qiao stared at Leng Yiluo condescendingly, her eyes filled with sinister and evil spirit, and continued to ask aggressively.

"What do you mean by that...?" Leng Yijiao stepped back in fear, tears fell down with a "click", "Who the hell are you?!"

"My teacher is the high priest of the Great Ji Kingdom. I haven't remembered it yet." Xuan Qiao smiled lightly, and looked at Leng Yiluo with slightly raised eyes, "If you want to know the whereabouts of Mo Yu, then You have to agree to one condition as a teacher."

"What condition?" Leng Yijiao frowned, looking at Xuanqi suspiciously.

"Don't play petty temper with me anymore, and marry me obediently." Xuan Qiao thought for a while, and then added, "We must try our best to satisfy all the requirements put forward by me. Of course, I won't let Jian'er do it. It's too much. You can rest assured about this."

"......" Leng Yijiao began to waver, biting his lower lip lightly.

"If Jian'er agrees to be a teacher, on the day of the wedding, the teacher will tell Jian'er everything in detail."

"Okay!" Leng Yijiao stared at Xuanqi with a pair of almond eyes, and said word by word, "I promise you."

Leng Yizhen knew that judging from the current situation, he could not escape the fate of marrying this person.

Instead of struggling needlessly, it is better to agree to her conditions first, and it will not be too late to regret it after the whereabouts of Mo Yu are found out.

Besides, Leng Yijiao still has to find a way to complete the task, so it's not good to quarrel with this person too much.

"Since Jian'er has agreed to be a teacher." Xuan Qiao's mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he slightly raised his arms, "Then let's start from now on."

With a sound of "crash", the crescent moon white cloak fell to the ground along the way, and fell in a pile at Xuan Qiao's feet.

"You.....what are you going to do?!" Leng Yijiao covered his chest with both hands, looking at Xuanqi warily.

"Of course it's to sleep with Jian'er." Xuan Qiao leaned over to look towards Leng Yiluo, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, she leaned into her ear and whispered.

The flickering candlelight reflected Xuanqi's side face, the high bridge of the nose outlined a perfect arc, and the thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids.The tails of the long and narrow phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and the tear mole at the end of the left eye has also become coquettish.

A head of semi-wet black hair was scattered on the back, and a little hair fell on the chest, which wet the plain white obscene clothes a little, leaving a faintly visible wet outline, tempting people's blood to swell.

Leng Yijiao was forced into a corner again, with no way out after all, he could only stare at Xuanqi with wide almond eyes, threatening with his eyes, "You are not allowed to come here again!"

"Xian'er, be good." Xuan Qiao stretched out her hand towards Leng Yiyao, hooked her fingers lightly twice, her tone suddenly became gentler than ever before, "Come here as a teacher."

Leng Yijiao has never seen such a gentle appearance of this person, as if the person in front of him at this moment is not the tyrannical Xuan Qiao, but the master he always misses.

"Master..." Leng Yijiao blurted out something in his mind when he was in a trance.

Not only that, Leng Yijiao even moved his knees a few times to get closer to Xuan Love.

Leng Yizhen didn't know why he would do this, maybe it was because of the heavy rain at night, which disturbed people's hearts and lost their minds.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Xuanqi's mouth, she stretched out her arms, and pulled Leng Yiluo into her arms.

"Xian'er, don't be afraid." Xuan Qiao felt the struggle of the person in her arms, and comforted her with a gentle voice she had never had before, "Let me give you a good hug."

Xuan Qiao breathed out moist heat into Leng Yijiao's ear, causing Leng Yijiao's heartbeat to speed up suddenly.

The slender fingers with distinct bone rings caressed Leng Yizhen's butterfly bones, as if comforting a civet cat that could explode at any time.The pulp of the finger moved upwards, and finally landed on the Anmian point behind the opponent's right ear.

Leng Yijiao's body suddenly tensed up, even the whole meridian behind the right ear protruded a little bit, struggled twice in Xuanmo's arms, but was imprisoned again by Xuanmo.

"Have you not been sleeping well recently?" Xuan Loi said while gently pressing the An Mian point behind Leng Yi's right ear with her fingertips.

The strength of Xuanqi's fingers is neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor urgent, it is so comfortable that people let go of their guard.

"En." Leng Yizhen half-closed her black eyes like ink, rested her chin on Xuanqi's shoulder, responded with a nasal voice, and completely relaxed her slightly frowning brows.

As time passed by, Leng Yizhen tilted his head slightly, let Xuan love press his sleeping point, and finally closed his eyes gradually.

Xuan love didn't break her promise, just hugged Leng Yijiao quietly like this, and gently pressed the sleeping point on the back of the other's right ear with her fingertips until she heard the even breathing sound from the person in her arms.

Just now he laid the person in his arms flat on the bed, and he also lay on his side with his black hair scattered on the side of the pillow.

Xuan Qiao supported her head with one hand, half-closed her long and narrow phoenix eyes, and looked at Leng Yizhen quietly.The eye sockets gradually became moist, and the amber pupils were covered with a thin layer of water mist.

With a "click", a crystal teardrop rolled down from the red eye socket.

"Yan'er, I will marry you as a teacher, no matter how much it costs." Xuan Qiao stretched out her hand to lightly brush Leng Yiluo's face, and her fingertips finally landed on the alluring lips.

There was a thunderstorm outside the hall, and the rain was getting bigger and bigger, like the Milky Way pouring down.

From time to time, the wind blows up the snow-white crocodile tents, which are charming and elegant.

The incense in the copper furnace in the hall has been blown out by the strong wind, leaving a room alone to warm and smell the fragrance.